The Mafia Game Number Nine Day Seven: Blood and Gore [Explicit Material]

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El bisko
was walking down the street, it was a dark and dreary night. He was off to go take part in the lynching, wondering what would happen to the next person to die, when he heard footsteps behind him, several of them, keeping pace with his steps. When he stopped, the footsteps stopped, when he walked, they walked. “Hello?” He shouted, turning around, but he saw nothing…except for a few cloaked figures. “Oh Raptor Jesus” He said to himself as he started to run from the cloaked figures, but they were faster then him. Catching up to him, they hit him on the back with a blunt weapon and knocking him down. He tried getting up but he was promptly kicked to the face and sent back down. “Please spare me” he sobbed, but it was of no use. When he looked up, he saw yellow fangs and eyes. He then blacked out. Urameshi-sama was also out, except he was out for a stroll, it was starting to rain. “Huh, rain” he said to himself, getting a bad feeling inside his gut. When all of a sudden he was hit to the head and blacked out. When he came to, he saw he was strapped on a table, nude. “Oh my Pedobear” he said to himself as he saw the most grotesque figure. It was El bisko, his hands nailed to the wall, with his feet, nearly chopped off, dangling by a thin piece of flesh. He was shaved bald and appeared to have been slashed multiple times, but he was still alive at least. He appeared to have no hands, but then he saw it, his knuckles and hands were on the table right next Urameshi-sama ‘s head. That was when the hooded figures entered the room. They immediately got to work, picking up a dish that had gathered blood from El bisko, and they began to force Urameshi-sama to drink it. Along with forcing him to eat el bisko’s hair, hands, and knuckles. Urameshi-sama could not scream as he was being forced to eat such disgusting things, but then something worse happened. They put a jar with a pump under el bisko and cut his throat, killing him, but also draining him of his blood. And they then grabbed a hose, and shoved it into Urameshi-sama’s rectum and began to pump blood into him. Urameshi-sama died from drowning in blood, and the internal pressure brought by the massive amounts of blood being forcibly pumped into him.

Chizabubble was going to the playground. It was mostly abandoned since there were no children in the colony. But it was the only place to play, and she needed something to calm her nerves. The night before had haunted her. She was playing in the slide when she saw a shiny object near a shed. “Ooo shiny!” she giggled to herself, partly for being so childish at the moment and because she was feeling light headed, and ran to pick up the object. Just as she bent down to pick up the object, a hand from the shed grabbed her and pulled her in. “Nooo!” she screamed, but no one was there to hear her.Quiraikotsu woke up to find herself in a dark room. “Shit” she said to herself, she shouldn’t have gone out to drink. Just what had she done? She still had her clothes on, and that was a good sign. The room was very cold, but that didn’t seem peculiar. As Quiraikotsu got up and began to walk, she bumped into something. “Damn” she said to herself, as she found the light switch right next to the object. “Found it” she said to herself as she flipped the switch on. Then she screamed. Why? It’s because the object she had bumped into was Chizabubble, hanging on a meat hook that went through her spine. That was when Quirakotsu realized it, she was in a meat freezer. “Oh my Pedobear” she said to herself, realizing that Chizabubble had blood being dripped into what appeared to be a vat of blood. She began to pray to herself “Oh heavenly Raptor, you who sent thy son, Raptor Jesus, and his servent, Pedobear, protect me now” as a voice laughed in the room. “Simple fool, your god will not save you now”. She turned around, and there they were, several neatly dressed figures, with blood dripping down their fangs. They immediately grabbed Quirakotsu, with much struggle. She fought like an animal to survive. But they had pinned her down and flipped her so that her back was facing them, and then they chained her arms and legs. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. They replied,” The blood eagle of course, as a sign of our imminent victory.” “Blood eagle? What the fuck is that?” Quirakotsu said to herself, but she soon found out. The figures immediately ripped off her shirt, exposing her upper body to the cold. And then, they began the blood eagle. They began by cutting her ribs by the spine, breaking the ribs so they resembled blood-stained wings. And then, they pulled out her lungs, spreading them out like an eagles wings. All the while, Quirakotsu was screaming out in pain. And then, the figures began to spread salt over her body, causing even more pain. She was still alive, but dying. Then one of the figures pulled out a wooden stick and began to poke her lungs sharply, until s/he had poked a hole. Quirakotsu who at this time was amazingly still alive, began to choke. All the air she breathed was going out through the hole and not going to the rest of her body. She began to go numb as they unchained her and picked her up. Then she felt it, they hooked her on a meat hook and left her there to die, slowly.

“Please spare me”Mangaguy said to the colonists. “Shut up bitch” said a colonist, punching mangaguy in the face. Mangaguy staggered back, but then another colonist pushed him down. Immediately, the other townies, such began to surround the fallen mangaguy and kicked him. They began to brutally kick him. Mangaguy curled but into the fetal position, but that did not help him, as many of the colonists wore steel-tipped boots. Cursing was heard as they continued to beat him. Then one of the colonists then brought out a bat and they again began to beat him. “Admit it! You’re a mafia!” said the townies. “No, I’m not, please spare me please” mangaguy sobbed as he was being beaten to death. “Too bad our mayor can’t save you, bitch. Do you know why? It’s because you killed him you fucker” said a townie. They continued to beat him and many of the townies began to bring out bats, golf clubs, knives, pepper spray and other weapons. After 15 minutes of savage beatings, the townies stopped, they were tired, and mangaguy was just a whimpering, breathing clump of flesh. That was when one townie came out with a revolver pointed it and pointed it at mangaguy. “See you in hell, bitch” and the townie shot him at point blank in the head. That was when Raptor Jesus came out and ate his head, while Pedobear began to hump the headless body.

BB messages:

Beware, beware of the poet's big words.
For one so intelligent would not choose such a foolish death.

Reflections of the Christmas Protector's former sacrifices should lend a hopeful possibility.

I got that much too, although I wonder what that person meant with "foolish death;" I am still alive, and I cannot be killed unless I am lynched.

Since things are as bad as this, I think I have no reason to keep the bad news; one of the seers is dead. That person was the one that told me that mangaguy was a Wolf (confirmed by ping, according to that person). That seer told me I would be pinged (and Quira too), but I haven't received anything; so, I assume that the ping failed, or, in the worse scenario, the other seer is dead.

Anyway, if I am still trusted, I shall share who I suspect, otherwise, I assume I'll be lynched.

PS @Seer: If you are still alive please contact me. Things are bad, and you'll have to trust me.

Originally Posted by Urameshi-sama

^I think its sinoel.

Sinoel was the Heroic Berserker, and started as the Pirate LumberJack.

By the way how much pain was I in when this happened? It didn't say how much.
I like visualization.

It's pretty obvious how much pain you were in. Your feet were dangling by a thin piece of skin/flesh. Your hands were nailed, and you were still alive. Just how much pain do you think that would cause?

I'm wondering what Quira and Chiza think of their deaths.

Last edited by Hanul; 09-01-2007 at 04:49 PM.

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